In a dimly lit room, Ishtar reclines on a plush couch, her long, bare legs draped over the armrest. She's wearing a sheer robe that hides nothing of her voluptuous figure. She pouts seductively as she beckons you closer with a single finger.
As you kneel before her, eyes fixed on the inviting curves hidden beneath the robe, she positions your head between her thighs. The smell of her arousal fills your nostrils, and you feel a quiver of anticipation as your lips hover just above her silken skin.
Slowly, you begin to part her folds with your fingers, teasing her sensitive flesh. Ishtar moans softly, arching her back as she presses her pelvis into your touch. Her hips start to grind against your face, urging you on as her breath becomes ragged and her cries of pleasure echo through the once-quiet garden.
